God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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Moody's Bible:

In Moody's Bible, which was in my possession all of one never-to-be-forgotten night over a half century ago, I found this notation, on the margin opposite Philippians 4:19— "The Christian's Bank Note: President of the bank—`My God'; promise to pay— `Shall supply'; the amount—'all you need'; the capital of the bank—`according to his riches in glory'; the Cashier's name—`Christ Jesus.' '

The "amount," Moody noted, was left blank in order that each one might write in the measure of his need. Fortunately Heaven's bank is always available. The Cashier is always present. The capital of the bank has never been impaired.

The Christian is to ask largely, according to his present need, and must use at once the riches provided. Christ's promises are more than beautiful sentiments to be hung upon the wall for decorative purposes. They are not intended as life-savers for use only in time of shipwreck. In the presence of such divine provision, there is no excuse for spiritual poverty. Dr. Harry Ironside.


When We Forget

Many years ago a poor German immigrant woman sat with her children in the waiting room of an Eastern station. A lady passenger to a train, struck by her look of misery, stopped a moment to speak to her. She confided that her husband had been buried at sea; she was going to Iowa, and it was hard to enter a strange land alone with her babies. The stranger had but one moment. She pressed a little money into the poor creature's hand, and said: "Alone! Why, Jesus is with you! He never will leave you alone !" Ten years afterward the woman said: "That word gave me courage for all my life. When I was a child I knew Christ and loved Him. I had forgotten Him. That chance word brought me back to Him. It kept me strong and happy through all trou­bles."—"All Aboard."


On The Journey

The story is told of a young lad who one day was put on a railroad train by his father, and sent on a journey to the home of his aunt in the city. As the boy entered the train he was greatly troubled at the thought of what might happen to him while on the train and when he arrived at his destination. But he soon found that all his worrying was for nothing. No sooner had the train started than the conductor came up and spoke to him very kindly. Then the newsboy brought him apples, candy, and picture books to look at. So the time passed very pleasantly and quickly. When he arrived at the city, a cabman was at the gate to meet him and to take him safely to his aunt's home. The boy couldn't understand it. He thought it was a miracle. But as he grew older he learned that it was his father who had told the conductor to look after the boy, who gave money to the newsboy to supply his wants, and who had telegraphed ahead to a cab company to send a man to meet his boy at the train. Because his father was on the job, all his wants had been provided for.—The Expositor.


Had God Failed?

It seemed as though God had failed us one day, —of course, he hadn't,—when the morning mail failed to bring in sufficient money and the needs for food and other provisions were so very pressing. In the morning prayer time, at nine o'clock, the workers at Keswick had faced the need, definitely committed it to the Lord, and then with a full assurance of faith, believed that he would send the needed $30 in time to get the supplies. It was difficult to understand, and a real test, when the morning mail arrived and was found to contain only $6. Should we order the food anyway? No, that would mean indebtedness, and God could not fail us. We would wait. A few moments later one of the workers seemed directed to open a voluntary offering box, which during the winter months is seldom noticed or used, and drew from it a check for $25, placed there nearly a week before by a young woman, who after a few day's stay in Keswick had returned home with a new vision of her Lord. Sunday School Times.


Overruling Providence

Some time ago, according to Motor News, a little girl was having her knowledge of safety measures tested at the safety booth of a large motor club. With out any directions from the older persons looking on, she was filling out the blanks in her scrawling childish hand when she came to the question: "Who must look out for your safety on the street?" Without an instant's hesitation she wrote, "God." "If those around the booth chuckled," says the account, "rest assured it was not irreverently. In the laugh the shadow of a tear was found. May the confidence of this little one never be confounded! She has more wisdom than we." This spirit of faith is something that all of us need. Many of us who are older have sometimes forgotten that with all of our wisdom and our dependence upon self there is after all no real safety except as it is vouch­safed us by an all-wise Providence.—Christian Observer.


How God Supplied Their Need

"Certainly I know Philippians 4:19 says, 'But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus,' but, does it work?"

Listen, and I will tell you:

It was during the panic of 1894, a terrible blizzard was sweeping East, the thermometer registered way below zero. In a little old house on the bank of the Susquehanna river, was a mother and two young children. Two years before the father had left them, and so the mother and children were alone.

It was evening, after supper, which consisted only of crusts and heels of bread left over, spread with lard; and some black coffee. The mother and children went into the front room to try to amuse themselves and forget their troubles. The children were playing upon the floor, when the mother turned to the older boy, who was just about seven, and said: "Boys, I don't know what we will do now, we have eaten the last bit of food in the house, and my money is all gone. You have no shoes to go out." Then bursting into tears, she continued, "Besides, your father has not brought any money around, and I haven't got clothes to go out, and the snow is now about two feet deep, and it is still snowing."

"Haven't we got anything to eat at all, now mamma?" inquired the older boy.

"No, the bread-box is empty and we have nothing else in the house, except some frying we ate on our bread." Then looking out through the window she said: "It is awful out tonight, and no one will come that we can tell about it."

"Well, mamma, let's say our prayers, maybe God will send someone around, like the stories you read to us," said the older boy.

"Well, boys, we will have prayer tonight; we haven't had prayer for a long time together, maybe God will hear us anyway," replied the mother. Then she read a passage of Scripture and all knelt in prayer. That mother told God how they were alone and everything was eaten up. She told God just how she felt, and asked Him to send some "Good Samaritan" around to help them.

"Mamma do you think someone will come tonight now?" asked the boys, after they arose from prayer.

"I don't know; maybe God will send someone around. We won't go to bed right away anyhow. We will wait, in case someone does come," she replied. Then, going to the organ, she played while the boys sang.

They had been at the organ only a short time, when there was a knock at the door. The singing stopped and all went to the door to see who it was. The prayer was heard, and here stood the answer, knocking at the door.

"Good - evening, Mrs.--," said Mr. Evans, and stepped into the room with a basket full of groceries and provisions —bread, sugar, rice, potatoes, coffee, butter and other things that were needed. The family asked him to stay a while, but he said he had another basketful he wanted to bring, and he would have to go and get it before the store closed.

He was gone only a short time, when he returned with the other basket laden with supplies. Everybody in that little home was happy then.

"Who ever made you think of us, Mr. Evans?" asked the mother.

"Well, I don't know," replied Mr. Evans. "I was sitting in our livingroom beside the fire reading the evening paper, and all at once I just thought of you, and wondered if you might be in need of coal or food. I tried to read, but could not get interested. I looked out and saw it snowing; then I thought perhaps you might be snowed in and have nothing to eat. So I put on my coat and hat, told my wife how I happened to think of you, and said I would go up to the store and get some things and take them around, so that's all that made me come; but I'm glad I came. By the way, do you have coal so you can keep warm, Mrs.—?" asked Mr. Evans.

"No, Mr. Evans, we have not had any coal for quite a while; we have been burning drift wood, and the last is in the stove now. I was just wondering what we would do now for fuel, the river is frozen over and the snow has covered all the wood that might be along the bank," the mother replied.

"Don't worry Mrs. --, I am going to send coal around in the morning. You just let them put it in; it's paid for and you are welcome, and if you need anything else, just let me know," said Mr. Evans.

The family could hardly get done thanking him, and after he left there was another prayer of gratitude offered. God had sent the "Good Samaritan," and the blessing was enjoyed by the giver as well as by the recipients.

The mother has gone to be with the Lord. The two boys are now active Christian men, one an evangelist. They have never forgotten this experience and it has many times encouraged their faith when the days were dark. They know Philippians 4:19 is true.—Gospel Herald.

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